Long ago, to Bethlehem,
came Kings from far off lands –
Bearing gifts of jewels and gold
and myrrh in out-stretched hands –
Lowly shepherds, from the hills,
little lambs did bring.
And Angels sang, as all proclaimed
the birth of The New Born King –
Unnoticed, near the humble crib,
a tiny shepherdess prayed.
Weeping silent tears because
no gift had she for the Babe –
And Lo, small lovely blooms sprang-up,
As her tears fell to the ground.
And she hastened to the Holy Child.
The loveliness she had found. –
Little Jesus touched the blooms,
with His blessed hand –
The fragile petals flushed rosy pink –
And the Christmas Rose Began!
To this Day, when Christmas comes,
and at no other time of year.
The abundantly blooming Christmas Rose,
brings all its joyful cheer!